Wayne was secretly alarmed by Ryan's words.
He hadn't expected Ryan to have multiple superpowers. Now he wanted to bring Superman back more than ever.
If anything went wrong, he felt Superman might be the only one who could stop Ryan.
Ryan paid his thoughts no mind. He stepped onto land and followed the soft dirt road, with Wayne close behind.
The road led them to a stone building. Ryan pushed open its wooden door.
A clamor of voices reached them.
Inside was what looked like a bar where the port's fishermen came to rest. A group of men sat around a table, drinking straight from their bottles.
Ryan went straight to the counter. Beside it, a long-haired man had his head tipped back, pouring clear liquor from a white bottle into his mouth.
After a while,
the man finished the bottle and wiped his mouth with a thick forearm. "You're here for me."
"Yeah. I heard you can talk to fish. I'd like to hire you as a translator." Ryan recognized him from the photo Wayne had provided. This was Kurr.
The eldest son of the queen of Atlantis.
Kurr looked displeased. "You came all this way for that?"
"Most people can't do it. And a crisis is coming."
"There's no crisis. You're imagining things. Keep talking, and I'll tear you apart and throw you in the sea."
Kurr's voice was irritable. Once he had emptied his bottle, he asked the bartender for another and began pouring it down his throat.
Wayne, who had come with Ryan, watched Kurr's throat bob as he drank.
Wayne was here to recruit Kurr. When Kurr finished, Wayne sat beside him and struck up a conversation. "There is a crisis. I've heard Steppenwolf is coming."
"Steppenwolf?" Kurr drank half the bottle in one